Stolen Moments

Title: Stolen Moments
Author: JadeHeart
Fandom: Virus: Virus Buster Serge
Pairing: Raven/Macus
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: pure smut; yaoi
Setting: Episode 2 – when Macus goes to Raven’s office to ask him about Serge.

Summary: Macus finds himself unable to resist Raven’s pull.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creator of ‘Virus Buster Serge’, nor am I making any profits from it.

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“You shouldn’t take chances like that,” Macus said from where he sat, back to Raven.

“Do you think I’m that careless?” Raven queried, his tone implying that Macus was the fool if he thought such a thing.

“Of course not,” Macus confirmed. “I’m just saying that we would be a lot worse off if anything happened to you. That’s all.”

“I am aware of that,” Raven said.

Macus dropped his head slightly, even though his back was still to where Raven stood by the window. “Of course,” he said.

“Is that all?” Raven queried finally.

“Yes,” Macus lifted his head and looked at the ceiling. “You’ve got some time before your next meeting, don’t you?” he questioned.

“A little,” Raven replied. “There are other matters I have still to complete. As I’m sure you have also.”

“Hmm,” Macus murmured.

Raven was always so distant, so cold to everyone. Macus looked at the door before him, beckoning, his escape from this austere room and the chilly personality by the window. He had done his duty; he had come and spoken to the Captain, told him the facts, tried to ask the questions, and was rebuffed as he had expected. He could go now; there was nothing to stop him. Raven certainly wouldn’t.

He reached up and tugged at the peak of his cap, his lips curling in a crooked smile. Yeah, he should just go but what the hell…

He stood; but instead of moving towards the door and the freedom it bestowed he turned and walked to where Raven still stood. He came to a halt behind the older man so he had a clear view of the long black hair flowing down Raven’s back.

He reached out and lifted a handful of that silky hair, letting it fall through his fingers sinuously. Raven-black, people often called hair this colour. This man was aptly named. When the wind lifted his long hair, the strands of black fanned out, making it look like he had wings. Like an angel. A fallen angel perhaps; an angel of death. But still an angel that enticed you, tempted you, lured you in so you had no choice but to follow after.

“Haven’t I told you to divest yourself of your cap and jacket before approaching me?” Raven’s clipped voice halted his hand.

Macus let his eyes drift shut for a moment and then spoke softly, “My apologies.”

He reached up and removed his cap, tossing it with expert aim so it landed on the couch behind him. He unclipped his collar brace, the metal cold against his fingers and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders, the fur edging brushing against his bare neck and sending shivers down his spine. He let it fall to the floor where he stood.

Now he reached out and slid his hands under Raven’s hair and over his shoulders, long fingers finding the coat lapels and he slowly drew it off and down Raven’s arms, letting it fall directly to the floor.

This… thing they shared between the two of them had been going since he had almost first joined STAND. It couldn’t be called a relationship but Macus didn’t know what other name to give it. There was no reason for it, no promises, not even any true acknowledgement of what they did.

He could remember when it had first happened though. Back when he had first joined STAND Raven had spent more time in the field than he did now. He had still been the consummate politician even back then, but his place had been required more in the field. The problem of the Incubator and the spread of the Virus had been extreme at that time. STAND was all that stood in its way to halt its rampage. Those had been difficult, and dangerous, days – more so than even now.

It had been after a particularly difficult job, where another of the team had lost their life, that Macus had confronted Raven. It had been Raven’s decision to abandon that member, although even Macus had known that the person had already been dead. Still it had upset Macus badly at that time; probably due to the feelings of guilt that he still lived whilst the other had died.

As Macus had ranted, Raven did nothing, said nothing, simply stood there, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed before him, watching him. It had infuriated Macus so he had slammed both hands flat against the wall on either side of Raven’s head, glaring at him, faces mere inches from each other. Raven had met his fierce gaze evenly, unflinching. He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t make any acknowledgement of Macus’ anger.

That intense calmness, that cold demeanour that belied any sign of human emotion had enraged Macus even more. He could feel Raven’s warm breath against his face, but there wasn’t a single change in his expression. He had been so angry, had so wanted to do something, anything, to break Raven’s composure that impulsively he had leant in and crushed his mouth against the other man’s, swallowing his breath. He had held the kiss, then just as abruptly broke it, pulling back, expecting to have to fend of a brutal counter attack of a physical nature. Instead he was faced with a Raven just as calm who had looked at him evenly and said, “Is that the best you can do? If you aren’t prepared to see a thing through don’t start it.”

Macus hadn’t known how to respond at first to that. He was confused; he suddenly didn’t know what he should do. Was Raven daring him to keep going? Did the man think that he wouldn’t? He had given up thinking then, instead leaning forward to press his long body firmly against Raven’s as he kissed him deeply again, only this time it was his breath that was stolen as Raven expertly responded with tongue sliding deeply into his mouth, twining around his and sucking all his senses away.

Things had naturally progressed from there; there was absolutely nothing he could do to prevent it, caught up in the tsunami of sensations. All his senses were overwhelmed, filled with nothing but thoughts of Raven; Raven’s touch, Raven’s breath, Raven’s lips, Raven’s voice, everything that was Raven. It wasn’t Macus’ first time with a man but he hadn’t bothered pursuing that pastime since experimenting a couple of times in drunken hazes during his college years. After that he had only ever dated women and been happy with that.

So although he knew what to do and what to expect, what he experienced that first time with Raven blew his mind completely. He felt things he didn’t know he could feel, experienced sensations that he didn’t know his body could have. From that time on it Raven was like an addiction. He craved Raven’s touch; he wanted it with a hunger that left him starving.

And so it had continued during the following years, however intermittently yet still it couldn’t be called a relationship. Although Macus’ greatest craving was seeing Raven gasping beneath him as he thrust deep within his body, in he knew that he was the one truly at a disadvantage here for Raven owned his soul.

Macus stepped around Raven and dropped to one knee before him, hands reaching up to undo his trousers. He reached in, fingers curling around the soft, warm flesh and drawing out Raven’s cock. It lay limp in his hand as he brought it to his mouth. This is why he knew he was the one at a disadvantage. He was already hard; his cock straining against his pants. He had been like that from the time he had touched Raven’s hair; it never did take much to create that state in himself when he was near this other man.

Raven however was never hard when this began. It was left to Macus to put in the effort to change this. If he couldn’t, then the moment was over before it began. Raven didn’t waste his time and could just as easily walk away now, leaving Macus in the state of unfulfilled desire. It seemed that it was always Macus who wanted this, it was always Macus who needed it and couldn’t turn his back on it. Even though it was Raven who would be writhing beneath him at the end, it was always Macus who was on his knees before this man like a supplicant begging for a token, a mere morsel, anything to show he was wanted. Just like now.

Macus let his tongue circle around the head of Raven’s cock, sliding over the slit whilst one hand slid downwards to the base of the shaft to begin to knead the flesh. He continued to lick the head, following the ridge and rubbing over the sensitive underside.

He felt a pulse, a slight hardening in the shaft he held. He moved the hand from the base away and brought it to his mouth, licking the palm thoroughly before grasping Raven’s cock again. The extra lubrication helped his hand slide more easily over the flesh.

As he did this, he slid the head of Raven’s cock fully into his mouth, sucking on it strongly, using his tongue still to tease the head in the way that he knew Raven found pleasurable although there was no sign on the man’s face of this. However, after all this time he had learnt some things, and that was how to pleasure this man.

As he continued to suck, he felt Raven’s large hand settle on the top of his head. That was a good sign, even as the further stiffening of the cock in his mouth was. He didn’t pause in his actions though; that would be a fatal mistake. He felt a tugging as his long ponytail was lifted, the band sliding from its place so his blond hair cascaded down around his shoulders, falling to his shoulder blades.

He had often wondered what they would look like entwined together, long strands of jet black hair and blond tangled together, like night and day. He had often thought of setting up a camera for just this purpose but there was no way he could do so. Raven never came to his room, and he rarely went to Raven’s. When they did have sex it was often in such places as this; Raven’s office, one of the other facility rooms, even the infirmary once. There was no opportunity to be able to record their activities in these locations. Raven was very careful of his privacy.

So he would never have the chance of seeing that vision. Sometimes he thought he wanted it as evidence to be able to prove to himself that this really did happen between them, something for him to hold on to when this all inevitably ended. For he was under no illusions that this could continue forever. It was nothing more than what was happening at the time but one day it would cease and Raven would be gone. Macus knew that as surely as he knew his own name. But until that day came he would keep doing this.

By now Raven’s cock was hard, pulsing in Macus’ mouth, hot flesh sliding against his lips as he slid them up and down the wet shaft. Raven’s hand was clenched tightly in Macus’s hair, holding his head firmly in place as he began to thrust with his hips. Macus was glad it was going well for he was reaching his limits also. This sign should mean that…

Sure enough, Raven suddenly pulled Macus’ head up so his cock slid from between Macus’s lips, leaving it glistening with moisture. Macus looked up at the older man above him, meeting the dark eyes gazing down. Raven released him and then grasped the zipper of his shirt, sliding it down and slipping the material from his shoulders, baring his chest.

“Hurry up,” he said succinctly.

Macus hurriedly drew his sleeveless black skin-tight lycra top over his head, remaining on his knees for Raven hadn’t given him any indication to rise yet. He waited as Raven then lifted one booted foot and rested it on Macus’ upraised knee. Without a word Macus grasped it and pulled it off, doing the same to the other when Raven placed it there.

He reached out with his hands towards Raven’s hips when Raven’s sharp words halted him.

“You’re not ready,”

Of course, he had been impatient. Raven never allowed himself to be fully naked before Macus was. It was just another of the small ways that Raven reminded Macus who exactly was in control. And Macus couldn’t resist him.

He stood and stripped off his shoes and socks, before sliding his trousers down his long legs. He would have loved to have had Raven do such a task but he knew that would never happen.

He stood there then, completely naked, long blond hair trailing over his shoulders and down his back, warm against his bare skin. Raven just stood and looked at him, eyes roaming over every part of Macus’ body he could see, his gaze trailing over his erect cock with no more interest than he did his arms or stomach.

Raven beckoned then, no words being said and Macus stepped forward, once more reaching for Raven’s trousers. Slowly and carefully he slid them over Raven’s hips, letting his hands trace the curve of his buttocks, down the firm thigh muscles, kneeling again to push the material down the shapely calves, lifting one foot at a time to slip it past the ankles before pushing it fully to one side.

He then leant forward, once again taking Raven’s still erect cock in his mouth, resuming his sucking. As he did this he slid two fingers inside his mouth also, alongside Raven’s cock, liberally wetting them. After withdrawing them, he slowly slid them along the perineum, feeling the muscles in Raven’s legs ripple at the touch, continuing further back.

Raven shifted his weight slightly, legs parting a little further to give Macus better access. Macus slid the slick fingers higher now, slipping into the crack of Raven’s arse, searching, searching…

He was rewarded quickly with the slight dip and immediately eased one digit inwards slowly, up to the first knuckle, then the second. He began to pump it in and out in a steady rhythm, almost in time with his sucking. Casting a quick glance upwards, he could see that Raven had at least allowed his eyes to half close. That was considerable progress.

He pushed the first finger in deeper still, before returning to a steady pumping motion between the first and second knuckle. He could feel the flesh begin to soften, the taut muscles slowly easing. That was what he was waiting for so he now slid the second finger in to join the first.

At this additional intrusion he felt Raven’s muscles clamp down on him, and the hand tangled in his hair tightened almost painfully. He held his position, not forcing anything, and then when the pressures eased a little he resumed his actions. He continued to stretch Raven’s hole whilst he sucked on the erect cock. He knew what he had to do. He had done this many times now and needed no prompting.

Macus continued, curling his fingers inside the other man, seeking that one spot that would give the result he wanted. When Raven gasped and stiffened he knew he had found it. He continued to stimulate it further, unceasingly. The cock in his mouth was quivering, hardening more, the body under his hands had tremours running through it at his every touch.

He remained unrelenting, continuing the assault on that one location. It should be soon. The only warning he had was feeling Raven rise slightly onto the balls of his feet, body tensing, both hands grasping Macus’ head tightly in place as he thrust his hips hard forward, burying his cock as deeply as he could in Macus’ mouth as he came, cum spurting forcefully against the back of Macus’ throat, filling his mouth.

Macus almost wanted to gag in reflex, but he knew that if he did that it would all be over so he held back and swallowed, and continued to swallow until he had sucked Raven clean. They remained like that for a moment longer and then Raven pulled back, letting his softening cock slide from Macus’ mouth as his fingers slipped from Rave’s arse.

Macus looked up at him, licking up a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth he could feel, waiting for Raven’s next words. His own cock was hard and stiff, straining as it quivered, dripping precum between his legs. It was taking all his self control to hold himself back.

Raven looked at him, and then stepped around him to face the window once more. “Now,” was all he said.

That was enough. Macus scrambled to his feet, crowding in behind Raven, pressing him up against the window before them, feeling Raven’s long hair sliding across his chest. Positioned like this he could feel Raven’s body heat as his stiff erection was cushioned between his lower belly and Raven’s firm arse.

He dropped a hand down to grasp Raven’s hip, pulling him back closer to him, positioning himself better. He cupped Raven’s arse, one foot sliding between Raven’s feet to spread his legs wider. As he spread Raven’s buttocks, his other hand grasped his burning cock and positioned it against that opened hole.

He leant forward, pushing the head of his cock against that flesh, feeling it refusing him entry but then, upon his insistence, opening and sucking him inwards. He threw his head back for a moment, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy at the heat engulfing him so completely.

He pulled out and thrust in again, feeling Raven shudder under his touch. He could control himself no longer and began to thrust more forcefully, grunting at the effort. He slid his hand around Raven’s waist, fingers searching downwards to grasp his already stiffening cock and began to stroke it in time with his motion.

He let his head drop forward, resting on Raven’s shoulder, the silky strands of Raven’s hair brushing against his face. He breathed in Raven’s scent; the masculine, musky scent of sex, one he knew well and could smell on his own body after they were done. He continued to thrust, trying to bury himself deeper, wanting to embed himself into this man, make himself a part of him so he could never forget him. He wanted Raven to know and always remember that it was he, Macus, who held him like this, who had loved him like this, whose seed was spilt inside of him.

His thrusts increased their pace although he had intended to try and make it last longer. He groaned, unable to hold on any longer; he needed to find his release with an intensity that was almost like pain.

Raven’s cock was stiff in his hand; hot, hard. He continued to pump it rapidly, knowing that Raven always liked it rougher the second time he came. As he thrust inside, Macus released his grip on Raven’s hip with one hand, reaching forward to sweep the mass of dark hair over Raven’s shoulder, revealing the arched spine, every vertebrae visible, the muscles rippling with every motion. As they continued to move, he could see the sheen of sweat across Raven’s skin, glistening proof of their efforts and the burning fire inside them.

His hips snapped faster, his breathing rasping, loud in the otherwise silent room, his groans and cries breaking the silence regularly. The only sounds from Raven were the occasional gasps and a soft breathy moan otherwise he remained silent throughout the event no matter what Macus did. But even those small sounds were enough to drive Macus wild.

He pushed in harder, bending his knees to change angles so his thrust struck upwards more. Raven jerked under him, an unexpected sharp cry escaping his lips. Macus was enflamed by that indication and continued to pump at that angle, feeling every movement Raven made in response.

As Raven suddenly jerked harder and the cock in Macus’s hand pulsed with hot liquid spilling over his fingers, the channel in which his own cock was buried rippled, clamping down on him, and he cried out as he couldn’t prevent his climax overtaking him. He let out a deep, long groan, throwing his head back with eyes squeezed tightly shut, feeling his own long hair slither down his spine, those fleeting touches stimulating his every nerve as he spilled his seed deep within Raven’s body, pulsing cock spurting over and over, never seeming to cease until it was almost becoming painful and he feared he would black out.

Finally it was over, and there was nothing more left within him. He took a deep shuddering breath, allowing himself to relax a little, draping over Raven’s bare back, one hand reaching out to lay over the top of Raven’s hand pressed flat against the window before them, forehead resting on the nape of Raven’s neck, trying to calm his still racing heart.

Macus dropped a light kiss to Raven’s bare shoulder, tasting the saltiness of sweat against his lips. It was the only type of kiss they shared now. Since that first time he had never tasted Raven’s lips again, a lack that he felt acutely at times like this. All he could do was steal these fleeting moments when he could savour Raven’s flesh for a tranquil moment. He pressed another kiss to Raven’s shoulder, his cock still buried deep in Raven although it was softening slowly.

“Move,” the harsh word startled him, breaking through the sex-soaked air like a knife.

“Yes,” Macus replied in a hoarse voice, obeying.

He swallowed a groan as he reached down and parted Raven’s buttocks again and eased out, the pressure of Raven’s channel still stimulating him as he withdrew. As he looked down and watched the head of his cock slide wetly out, he couldn’t help but feel another flash of lust as a trickle of cum followed after, dribbling from Raven’s reddened hole and sliding down his inner thigh.

Macus couldn’t help himself, kneeling down and gently licking it up, drawing his tongue up Raven’s thigh right to the entrance of his hole and sliding it inside. He could easily swirl it around with the hole having been stretched wide to accommodate his thick cock. He sucked in and drank some more cum, lapping at it.

“Enough,” was Raven’s command.

Macus immediately stopped and stood up, watching as Raven reached down and swiftly dressed; first trousers and then shirt, settling both in place immaculately. Raven picked up his coat, throwing it over his shoulders and slipping it on as he strode towards the door, coat tails flapping in the air behind his legs.

“I expect your duties to be completed as instructed,” he said, not looking back as he opened the door and exiting, leaving Macus still standing naked in the room.

Macus stared at the closed door for a moment more then took a deep breath, glancing out the window at the setting sun. He reached down and dragged his own clothes back on, before walking to the couch to pick up his cap. He looked at it, giving it a gentle stroke. How much longer was this likely to continue? He had no idea what Raven really thought about him, or even about the sex they had. When they were finished he was always the first to indicate it was over although it was never done in a manner that you could ever say that Raven was running away from it or was uncomfortable about the situation. Raven treated sex just as he did everything else; a time and place for the action to take place, but move on to something else when it was over.

Macus swiftly tied up his hair again, gave his cap another quick brush and then reached up to settle it on his head firmly before walking to the door. If he tried to figure Raven out he would surely go mad so he would just continue to enjoy these brief moments for all that they were.

He really didn’t have a choice.


~The End~